I have this weird mannerism of imagining conversations before they can happen. My reveries are essentially filled with a multitude of thoughts scattered asymmetrically.
The conversations in my head are usually far more interesting than the actual ones. The ones that never happen. And it isn’t restricted to moments when I don’t have anything worthwhile to do but even when I’m in the middle of something.
There is an entire parallel world running in my head. Most of the times.
Either I’m blank without any shade of thought or peeping into imaginary conversations. And it’s not involuntary. I’m always in control of it, which makes it sound less weird, right?
Believe me its fun!
I know, it is like living in a bubble, for a while. Before that bubble bursts in your face. However, people do surprise you once-in-a-while.
There’s an image of people which we have in our head and the one we actually get to see. It is like our online/offline personalities. A lot of this has to do with what we project ourselves as and what we really are. The difference evidently lies in the subtleties.
The thoughts and conversations in my head are just overtly visible projections of people, which they knowingly/unknowingly resonate through their personalities.
I love to get into the psyche of people. To understand what goes on in their head. I’m more interested in the “why” of what they do.
I won’t call it empathy. It is like an entertainment for my head.
The conversations in my head.